April 23, 2014

 

 

Words are withheld

without retention

in the house

of apprehension

 

Words left unsaid;

a bone of contention,

that in the end form

a meagre pension.

 

Words better said;

value, to mention.

In the end encourages

loyal intention.

 

 

 

 

 

That watchful wren

stared long from the tree,

as if to goad me,

because he was free.

 

That stare stayed with me

all evening long

The way he looked;

his menace to prolong.

 

And in the morning

sitting on the gate,

he was waiting and he’d

brought his mate!

 

So I threw to them

bread and porridge oats,

and was rewarded with

high pitched, singing notes.

 

I took this to mean

‘we’ll be coming around,

same time tomorrow,

now a new diner we’ve found!’

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I see her now

as others saw her then;

an outcast and prisoner,

ruled by men.

 

I joined her briefly

when the tadpoles came,

but left before the frogs,

her name, could claim.

 

I see her now,

as though she is still here.

The outcome as yet,

alas, not being clear.

 

I joined her briefly

though she did exclaim,

with bitterness

about her given name.

 

I see her now

through eyes more wise.

An out of body

worthwhile exercise.

 

I joined her briefly

on a mercy trail,

but left after the wind

had taken sail.

 

I see her now

and feel that I can view,

a clearer picture of one

from whom I grew.

 

I joined her briefly

somewhere down the line.

She doesn’t know, I know,

that she is mine.

 

 

 

 

 

When Titfer Tat

met Jack the Hat,

no reconciliation

found on the mat.

 

 

 

 

If she will stray

into your arms,

she’ll be seduced

by others’ charms!

 

And even though

your mind she calms,

make sure your heart

she never harms.

 

 

 

April 18, 2014

 

 

 

The last word was silence;

the most powerful of tools,

when vinegar administered

by those venomous fools.

 

 

 

 

The joy of thankfulness;

a moment to caress.

With friends to rely on

in times of stress.

 

To return home and find

a pot of jam at the door,

gives a warm sensation

and an inner glow.

 

To then reciprocate

in the same small way,

makes friendship fun

with no price to pay.

 

But no finer gift is there,

than six eggs, newly laid.

And such a change from porridge

with soldiers on parade.

 

 

 

 

Those devils linked to eventide,

who out of blackness come to ride,

and flatten all our counted sheep

in the hope that we, have lack of sleep,

 

forget that they have woolly coats,

and that off lanolin, disturbance floats.

Or perhaps the devils never knew,

this advantage point for me and you.

 

 

 

 

The news so sudden;

The shock so deep;

The stain indelible

where footsteps creep.

 

The timing terrible;

The wasteland gone;

The gas lamps on view

from where once light shone.

 

The blinkered past;

The smoke-filled days;

The chimneys now demolished

but overhead, still skies of grey.

 

 

 

 

 

The understanding owl.

The smartest of all birds.

Always the last to speak

with the wisest words.

 

 

 

 

 

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